Murfreesboro, Tenn., quartet Imaginary Baseball League will headline an indie-pop rock showcase of sorts at Spencer’s Coffeehouse tomorrow night before heading north for a gig in Dayton, Ohio. Lead singer Aaron Robinson said the band is pumped about the show.

In spite of several bloody noses and bruised egos, most of the fighting ended with affectionate signs of respect among the 24 men who gave and took a beating Thursday night. The crowd of supporters that showed up for the first-ever Battle of the Greeks, on the other hand, had some choice words for the judges and outcomes of the event, which was sponsored by Sigma Chi fraternity and cost an estimated $4,500.

The tip of a white-crested wave is building. It is propelled by the currents born when pop culture meets technology meets one of the world’s most consumed forms of art. The iPod. iPods offer the opportunity to live life in surround sound cinema style – to put to music even the most mundane daily activities, to walk to the words of the music that moves you.

Having no idea the night would introduce them to one of the biggest local music acts since Nappy Roots, Bryan Stuart, 22, of Lafayette, Ind., and William “Weejy” Rogers, 21, of Clarksdale, Miss., found Perfect Confusion last September at a local bar they visited in an attempt to meet people in Bowling Green.

His death, pronounced just after 8 p.m. on April 6, 1968, will dim his wife’s eyes.

It will stonewall the minds of his four children who, for years, will struggle to understand why their father’s hands no longer fuel swing sets in city parks.

It will bring a congregation and the better part of a divided nation to its knees.

own!” Muhamed Zimic screams. “Get down!” But it’s too late. The six or seven of them riddle Adail’s chest with bullets – each one bursting through the flesh of his back, throwing meat and blood and finally Adail on the sun-scorched yellow mountain grass. Enraged, Zimic clears the lip of the bunker wildly shooting his own gun. He kills three of the approaching soldiers.

What does war look like? How does it smell? Taste? Does its voice ever leave the ears it has reached? The closest many Americans have come to the realities of the war in Iraq is the distance between themselves and the glass screens of their TV transmitting heavily-edited bits of satellite signal from the Middle East.